"But soon, I will make you crawl before me."
Sylvanus said the last line in a very low voice; no one was able to hear what he said at all.
Then the owner of the golden hand spoke again with it's same haughty and ancient tone,
"More than a thousand years have passed now. Do you think you, who has been kept as a prisoner, are stronger than me? I am in my path of perfecting my domain now, someone like you who can't even handle it correctly thinks that you can defeat me, such foolishness. Now, your playtime is over; come back to the prison now, or I shall kill you for sure right now."
Sylvanus didn't say a word and kept staring in the direction of the hand, but deep inside he was sneering and thought,
'If he wanted he could have killed me that time, but killing a god isn't possible normally. I have to think of a way soon; otherwise, even after freeing myself, I can't kill them all.'
